Today’s deck is the Sasuraibito Tarot.
Sasuraibito very roughly translates to “wanderer”. Dunno how well the theme fits specifically, but I like the illustrations.
There’s a lot of Wheel of Fortune in readings lately, a lot of “things feel stuck”. Today the reading is actually conveying that hey, if things feel hopeless just rest, you’re just tired.
I literally had to stop myself from doing Money Math too hard at 4AM so it has a point.
Woke up again by draggin myself out of bed earlier than I’d like which is fine, but Sleep Debt is a very real thing and I’m concerned it’s on its way to kick my ass.
The disposal people came to take away the sex dolls, and I gotta say, it definitely feels like something unclogged in the house.
In hindsight the only shame (not really of the disposal but of the logistics of those dolls in general) is that I do like the idea of playing dress-up something more human-sized, especially given that cheap cosplay tends to be cheaper than the average doll clothes.
By the way, I didn’t elaborate on this yesterday, but I do have a certain emotional metric for attachment. I have a big collection of Prisma Illya figures that’s noteworthy because not only was Beast Miyu the first ever figure I ever bought (imported to Venezuela and then got sent from Venezuela after I moved, no less), but even though my interests have changed so much I’ve never felt even remotely any need to get rid of them.
Those figures have remained through so many of my interests. That’s kinda the metric I have for emotional attachment to a thing, and the sex dolls didn’t spark that nor really the bond I feel with Sol or Luna or any of the other girls.
Anyway, after that was done I went to the office earlier than usual. I’ve been working little by little on a coloring thing. While it’s mostly to unrust what little color theory and color pencil technique I knew, it turned into a more active exercise of “I must finish this even if I’m not happy with the mistakes made along the way”. Which is something I’m aware of on principle, mind you, just learning to do it on a new medium.
I haven’t tried using paper blending pens since high school, that took me back.
I returned home earlier and oh would you look at that, it’s Mr Sleep Debt kicking my ass and knocking me out for like two hours.
I spent most of the night afterwards just sorting things and taking out trash. A lowlight was that one of the trash bins had Mysterious Stinky As Hell Liquid at the bottom.
The bag wasn’t punctured nor was it wet so its origins will forever be a mystery I refuse to investigate further.